I'm Not Targeting You—I'm Saying Everyone Here Is Trash!

"Your words are mistaken, sir. Since we were invited here, we are Sixth Young Master's guests. Sixth Young Master has not even spoken yet, but you are already so impatient. Is that not beneath your station?"

The brawny man had barely finished speaking when a slender young man with a face like polished jade stepped forward.

His words carried both rebuke and mockery, and the brawny man's face instantly turned livid.

"You pretty boy, what did you say? Say that again if you've got the guts!"

The brawny man roared. The muscles across his body tensed at once, like a savage beast on the verge of going berserk.

"I merely spoke the truth. If you refuse to accept it, then come onto the stage and spar with me. Let us see who is more qualified to represent Sixth Young Master in battle."

The young man showed no fear whatsoever, his expression still as calm as water.

The moment those words fell, the atmosphere around them instantly grew tense.

All the martial artists present knew that although the young man spoke mildly, his words were sharp as needles and pointed directly at his opponent.

"Gentlemen, heroes, please calm yourselves!" A man dressed in luxurious robes rose to his feet and said, "It is my, Li Qi's, good fortune that everyone has gathered here today. Do not wound our harmony over a moment of anger."

His words carried both authority and sincerity, and the atmosphere that had been on the brink of erupting gradually eased.

"Sixth Young Master, please forgive me. I lost my composure."

The brawny man also realized his lapse. He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and sat back down.

"Young Master, an itinerant martial artist outside says he wishes to see you." Just then, a servant hurried over and handed over a token. "This is the proof he presented."

"This is Wind Full Tower's token!" The moment Li Qi saw it, he understood what was going on. Without showing it on his face, he said, "Invite our honored guest inside!"

"Yes, Young Master!"

After responding, the servant turned and hurried away.

Not long after.

Zhou Qing walked in.

He wore fitted martial attire, his steps steady, and his entire body radiated an indescribable air of the martial world.

As soon as the martial artists present saw Zhou Qing enter, their gazes all fell upon him. They knew full well that anyone arriving at this time was very likely a formidable rival, so they silently locked their auras onto Zhou Qing, intending to pressure him and make him embarrass himself.

But such pressure could not affect Zhou Qing in the slightest. His eyes were sharp as an eagle's as he swept his gaze across the crowd.

The auras emitted by these wanderers of the martial world were merely at the third-rate level. A few were stronger, but they were only Second-rate Martial Artists.

Trying to pressure me? Zhou Qing sneered inwardly. His gaze settled on Li Qi as he said calmly, "Young Master Li, I alone will be enough for the battle in three days. As for this trash, let them go back where they came from."

His tone was calm and firm, yet it carried an unquestionable dominance, as though everyone present was no more than insignificant ants in his eyes.

"What is 'trash'?"

Someone vaguely sensed that it was not a kind word and asked.

"Trash is a dialect from my hometown." Zhou Qing explained without changing expression, "Where I come from, it means garbage or worthless scum."

"What did you say?"

Upon hearing Zhou Qing's explanation, the man who had asked immediately flew into a rage. He was a somewhat renowned Second-rate Martial Artist in Qingyan Prefecture. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

"You madman! How dare you spout such nonsense and insult me?"

The man glared furiously, radiating the aura of a Second-rate Martial Artist. Clearly, he was extremely dissatisfied with Zhou Qing's words.

"Do not misunderstand. I am not targeting you." Zhou Qing swept his gaze over the crowd once more and said calmly, "I am saying that everyone here is trash."

The moment those words came out, the entire scene fell into dead silence. Everyone's faces turned livid as they glared at Zhou Qing, as if they wanted to devour him alive.

"Where did this madman come from? How dare he be so arrogant!"

"What a big mouth! If we do not teach you a lesson today, where will our dignity go?"

"Sixth Young Master, this man has insulted us so greatly. I request a one-on-one duel with him."

For a moment, the crowd was boiling with anger. Everyone spoke up to condemn Zhou Qing's arrogance, and some had even drawn their weapons, ready to teach him a proper lesson.

"Humph!"

Zhou Qing said nothing, merely snorting coldly.

Then, an incomparably sharp aura spread out from his body. At once, every martial artist present saw a sword hanging above their heads.

The blade was incomparably sharp, capable of falling at any moment and taking their lives.

Their lives and deaths rested on a single thought from Zhou Qing.

"Th-this... this is Sword Momentum!"

Someone cried out in terror, his voice filled with disbelief.

Sword Momentum.

This was Power of Momentum.

Anyone capable of wielding Power of Momentum was a First-rate Martial Artist.

Within Qingyan Prefecture City, every First-rate Martial Artist held lofty status and formidable strength. The Li Family ranked last among the five great families, and only the Li Family Old Ancestor, a First-rate Martial Artist, stood guard over the clan.

Moreover, the Li Family Old Ancestor had entered seclusion several years ago.

If the Li Family Old Ancestor were to emerge from seclusion, then Li Family's direct descendants would not need to fight among themselves at all. With a single word, he could directly decide who would become the family head.

"Hero, we offended you greatly just now. We beg you, in your great magnanimity, not to stoop to the level of petty men like us."

The man who had spoken earlier was now pale-faced, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his body trembling slightly.

For a First-rate Martial Artist to kill him would be as easy as lifting a finger.

"Hero, we know we were wrong!"

The surrounding martial artists hurriedly echoed him, terrified that Zhou Qing might truly kill them in a moment of displeasure.

After all, in this world where strength reigned supreme, the strong held the power of life and death. Even if Zhou Qing slaughtered them all, the authorities would not say a word.

"Why are you still standing there? Get lost!"

Zhou Qing snorted coldly.

"Yes, yes, we'll get lost right away."

At once, the group of martial artists slunk away in disgrace.

There was not the slightest trace of righteous indignation on their faces.

Before a First-rate Martial Artist, they felt only fear and reverence. How could they dare harbor even the slightest dissatisfaction or resistance?

"May I ask how to address this hero?"

Li Qi immediately rose and went forward to greet him with the utmost respect.

Although Zhou Qing had driven everyone away, with a First-rate Martial Artist like Zhou Qing present, victory in the contest three days later would be without the slightest suspense.

This was a First-rate Martial Artist, an existence who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Li Family Old Ancestor.

Although a first-rate Internal Art was incomparably precious, Li Qi had never dared dream that he could recruit such a powerful ally as a First-rate Martial Artist. After all, anyone who became a First-rate Martial Artist already cultivated a first-rate Internal Art, and had little need for another.

"Duan Shui Liu," Zhou Qing replied.

(There will be another chapter in three minutes.)